I'm not known for rising with the sun. I'd rather put the blanket over my head and sleep for another hour.
My best friend and former roommate knows this, and was shocked to find me on Gmail chat this morning at 6:17 a.m. Yes, 6:17 a.m. Check out our conversation:
Arron knows how much it pains me to get up before 8 a.m. When I was a reporter, I could sleep in until 9 a.m. sometimes and roll into work by 10. Ah the good ol' days. Now I arrive every day by 8:30 a.m. And every Friday I have an 8 a.m. meeting, so I show up an hour early. I hate Fridays.
Especially Fridays like today, where I didn't get home from work until 9:10 p.m. Talk about a long day.
I'm SO sleeping in tomorrow. And not even setting an alarm! Boo yah.
Thanksgiving 2018
4 years ago
2 comments:
Um...how did you get a picture of your conversation. That is RAD!
Sorry your day was so long.
My Mac has a cool program where I can take pictures of stuff on my screen. Pretty cool huh.
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